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Tanto del forfe e d' invidia ficnro, D! timori, e fperanze al popol ufe 10
Cjuanto d'ingegno, e d'alto valor vago, £ di cetta fonora, e delle mule:
Sol troverete in tal parte men duro Ove Amor mile l'infanabil ago.
VII. On his being arriv'dto the age of twenty-thru.
How foon hath Time, the fubtle thief of youth, Stoln on his wing my three and twentieth year! My hafting days fly on with full carreer,
But my late fpring no bud or bloflbm fhew'th.
Perhaps my femblance might deceive the truth, 5
That fome more timely-happy fpirits indu'th.
It fhall be ftill in ftrifteft meafure even 10
To that fame lot, however mean or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav'n;
VIII. When the ajfault -was intended to the Ctty.
Captain or Colonel, or Knight in arms,
Whofechanceon thefe defencclefs doors may feire, If deed of honor did thee ever pleafe,
Guard them, and him within proteft from harms.
He can requite thee, for he knows the charms . f
Whatever clime the fun's bright circle warms.
The great Emathian conqueror bid fpare 10
The houfe of Pindarus, when temple' and tower
Went to the ground: and the repeated air
To fave th'Athenian walls from ruin bare.
IX. To a virtuous young Lady.
Lady that in the prime of earlieft youth
Wifely hath fhunn'd the broad way and the green, And with thofe few art eminently feen,
That labor up the hill of heav'nly Truth,
The better part with Mary and with Ruth 5
Chofen thou haft; and they that overween,
No anger find in thee, but pity' and ruth.
To fill thy odorous lamp with deeds of light, 10
And hope that reaps not fhame. Therefore be fure Thou,when the Bridegroom with liis feaftful friends PafTes to blifs at the mid hour of night,
Haft gain'd thy entrance, virgin wife and pure.
X. To the Lady Margaret Ley.
Daughter to that good earl, once prefident
And left them both, more in himfelf content,
Till fad the breaking of that Parlament J
Broke him, as that difhoneft victory
Kill'd with report that old man eloquent.
Though later born than to have known the days
Madam, methinks I fee him living yet;
And to poflefs them, honor'd Margaret.
XI. On the detra&ion -which followed upon my -writing certain treatifes.
A Book was writ of late call'd Tetrachordon,
And woven clofe, both matter, form and (tile;
The fubject new, it walk'd the Town a while, Numb'ring good intellects; now feldom por'd on. Cries the ftall-reader, Blefs us! what a word on 5
A title-page is this! and Come in file
Stand fpelling falfe, while one might walk to MileEnd Green. Why is it harder Sirs than Gordon,
Colkitto, or Macdonnel, or Galafp? 9
Thofe rugged names to our like mouths grow fleek,
That would have made Quintilian flare and gafp. Thy age, like ours, O Soul of Sir John Cheek,
Hated not learning worfe than toad or alp, [Greek. When thou taught'ft Cambridge, and King Edward
XII. On the fame.
I Did but prompt the age to quit their clogs
Of owls and cuccoos, affes, apes and dogs:
As when thofe hinds that were transform'd to frogs 5
But this is got by cafting peatl to hogs;
That bawl for freedom in their fcnfelefs mood,
And ftill revolt when Truth woald fet them free. 10
Licence they mean when they cry Liberty;
For who loves that, mult firft be wife and good;
But from that mark how far they rove we fee
XIII. To Mr. H. Lowes on bis airs.
Harry, whofe tuneful and well-meafur'd fong
With Midas' ears, committing fhort and long;
Thy worth and fkill exempts thee from the throng, 5
With praife enough for Envy to look wan;
To after age thou fhalt be writ the man, That with fmooth air could'ft humour belt our tongue. Thou honor'ft verfe,and Verfe mufl lend her wing
To honor thee, the prieft of Phcebns' quire, 10 That tun'ft their happieft lines in hymn, or ftory.
Dante fhall give Fame leave to fet thee higher Than his Cafella, whom he woo'd to ling, Met in the milder fhades of Purgatory.
XIV. On the religious memoryof Mrs.'Catharine Thomfon, my Chriftian friend, dcceas'd 16 Decem. 1646.
When faith and love, which parted from thee never, Had ripen'd thy juft foul to dwell with God, Meekly thou didft refign this earthly load
Of death, call'd life; which us from life doth fever.
Thy works and alms and all thy good endevor 5
Follow'd thee up to joy and blifs for ever.
Love led them on, and Faith who knew them beft
Thy hand-maids, clad them o'er with purple beams And azure wings, that up they flew fo dreft, II
And fpake the truth of thee on glorious themes Before the Judge, who thenceforth bid thee reft
And drink thy fill of pure immortal ftreams.